Road Bliss  By: Worm Quartet

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Late for work again; I don’t care Found a place where despair Never seems to find me Garfield hanging from my window Smiles at all the people Who are stuck beside me Crank down the window and crank up the Ramones To bother the yuppies who yap on their cellphones I’m stuck here in traffic, it’s my favorite place in the world Gridlocked, we’ve been here for ages Everyone’s road rage is At the point of bursting Crawling, 60 hours a mile Shake my head and smile Sirens blare and birds sing I seatbelt my neck ‘til it can’t get no tighter And write “bite my ass” on the dash with my lighter A beautiful morning in my favorite place in the world Commuters blow their horns, and scream ‘til their faces turn red I know that half of them, are probably packing, and the other half soon will be dead And I know I used to be like them, so full of gas-stomping watch-checking fury But then I realized I don’t even wanna go where I’m going so WHAT THE HELL IS MY HURRY? The condition’s not improving Vast lines of unmoving Cavaliers and vipers Try to synchronize my music With the rhythmic smooth tick Of my windshield wipers People make faces; all mean like Ghadaffi I smile and drink my cold Burger King coffee Lean back in my seat for a mid-morning nap I’ll probably be fired, I don’t give a crap I’m stuck here in traffic; it’s my favorite place in the world, in the world, in the world. (Background 1) All around the horns a’blowin’, the adrenaline is flowin’ And the air is black outside now, from the carbon monoxide now Getting there is half the fun, yeah, when your neighbor’s got a gun yeah If someone should blow my cheek off, I could probably take a week off Don’t cut off that drunkass redneck, with the fully loaded gun rack Cuz you’ll find yourself quite forlorn, when your small pet dog is airborne Barbara Walters tells the story, makes it sound all bloody gory But didn’t that same stupid cow, also call straight edge a cult now? Will the simple stress of travel, make society unravel? On the freeway blood will flow now, It’s apocalypse to go now (Background 2) Work just brings me such despair Yuppie fakers everywhere Cubicle walls haunt my dreams Dilbert cartoons make me scream When I’m stuck here in my car All the torment seems so far Though it’s just six blocks away Doubt I’ll make it there today (Alchav)

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	06-15-09, #MM-214		10-24-05, #MM-29
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